Great Dao Ji

Phew~

The light touch of divine will seemed to break through a thin film.

Countless images flowed through my mind like water and were immediately frozen.

Old house, old trees, green lanterns.

From far to near, from large to small, it seems that a long time has passed, An Qisheng's eyes fell on this ancient house.

In the dim light, an old man was writing furiously, sometimes accompanied by the sound of a slight cough.

". Humans and monsters are fighting against each other, the war is spreading, the people are in dire straits, and they are sighing. They have been pursuing the master's principles all their lives, and they are sighing. They have been in trouble all their lives, and it is difficult to have peace."

"The Tao is free and easy. The Buddha cultivates his own body. Where is my Confucian way? Master, my disciple is incompetent and cannot inherit the mantle of your old man. What is even more sad is that it cannot be passed on. It cannot be passed on."

"Thousands of years, no matter how much running, no matter how much perseverance, how much struggle, will it finally disappear like a dream? Gods and Buddhas are invincible. Where is the road to life? Where is it?!"

"Poor, pathetic, hateful."

Under the light of the bean lamp, the old man's breath flickered like a lamp, as if it could be extinguished at any time.

He tried again and again to write down everything he knew and understood, but he failed every time he tried.

He has everything in his heart, but he can't express it in words. He wants to leave a book, but he can't write it down.

Time and time again, I wrote in blood letters, stone tablets, acrostics, crossword puzzles, and tried to split words countless times, but still could not leave any writing.

He knows, but there is no difference between him and not knowing.

An Qisheng stared at it, vaguely seeming to feel the same.

As his realm rose, Meng Daqian's magical power transformed several times. It was no longer what it was before. With a single thought, he could now perceive everything that he could perceive.

Pathetic,

Unwilling to do so,

sigh,

compassion,

Many emotions of sadness surged in his heart instantly, which was the melancholy in the old man's heart.

Many memories of the old man also appeared in his heart.

This old man, named ‘Zeng Yan’, is a true Confucian sage. He is the great-grandson of ‘Zeng’, the seventy-two direct disciples of Confucius, and the ancestor of Zeng San.

He lived in an era when emperors had no power over heaven and Confucianism and Taoism were cut off. It was also a chaotic period when humans and demons were really fighting each other.

Because of his status and inheritance, he knew far more than Zeng San, but unfortunately, he couldn't tell.

"Will anyone hear it? I don't know."

After a long time, the old man seemed to have given up completely and walked out of the room. His figure was thin, but he was as tall as Zeng San.

He stopped under the old tree, looked at the stars in the night, and murmured to himself: "It may be in vain, but even He cannot take away history."

He murmured in his heart, and the light of his soul illuminated the courtyard like a substance, and immediately turned into a pen in his palm.

Using the emptiness as the paper, the heart as the pen, and the Confucianism he has practiced throughout his life as the ink, he began to write.

".The world of chaos first opened, and the gods were born. This is the era of gods and demons. The era of gods and demons is based on the three supreme beasts.

One is Zhulong, the second is Shenlin, and the third is Phoenix Emperor.

This is the ancestor of scales, birds, and beasts. This era begins with the death of the Phoenix Emperor before he was born, and ends with the enlightenment of the Heavenly Saint and the Demonic Saint.

The Demonic Period begins immediately.

The two saints came to the mortal world and swept away the gods and demons in the heavens. After many years of fighting, the heavenly saints ascended to heaven to preach. Many people with great supernatural powers followed them. After many years, they gradually evolved into the prototype of the imperial court.

The Demon Saint entered the earth, opened up the underground Demonic Abyss, collected the sinister and resentful energy from heaven and earth, and sat down to gather all the demons since the beginning of the world to become the ancestor of the Demonic Abyss.

The two sides have been fighting for many years, and many of the gods and demons born in the world have perished, but a race different from the gods and demons has been born on the bodies of gods and demons.

This is the beginning of humankind.

The end of the Heavenly Demon Era is symbolized by the first establishment of the Imperial Court and the birth of the human race.

All ages have passed, and the ancient times have arrived.

In the ancient times, gods and demons licked their wounds and silently gathered strength. The Heavenly Saint and the Demonic Saint stopped and meditated separately.

The newly born human race ushered in the ancient era in ignorance, fighting against the ferocious beasts, fighting against the heaven and the earth, and gradually gained a foothold.

The world changed again, and a great realm appeared out of nowhere, awakening the gods and demons in the sky. There was an overlord in that realm, unparalleled in power.

His master calls himself "Old Man Tianhuang" and says that his clan is a monster. Old Man Tianhuang has the power of a candle dragon and his body is infinitely large.

The arrival of the demon world triggered a riot and suppression by gods and demons. The war lasted for countless years. Finally, it ended with the death of the old man Tianhuang and the demon world was renamed the "animal realm".

In the ancient times, gods and demons fought with demons, and the human race was also affected. It was almost wiped out and struggled to survive.

"

Zeng Yan wrote furiously in the night, his light was majestic and his aura was extremely powerful. However, every word disappeared when he fell, and his words were lost when he spoke. Even the many Confucian disciples who were alarmed by his actions had no idea what he was doing.

But he seemed unaware, just leaving words in the air one stroke after another. Only An Qisheng could feel the bitterness in his heart.

This is not his first attempt, but it must be his last.

Without him, his end is approaching.

Even though I didn’t know if it was possible, I had to give it a go.

"The Era of Gods and Demons, the Era of Heavenly Demons, and the Ancient Era"

An Qisheng's mind was heavy. This was the first time he had completely seen the Earthly Immortal Way, or the past of the Emperor's Heavenly Realm.

Boom!

At a certain moment, there was a muffled thunder in the night, rumbling and shaking, thousands of miles away, but it shocked this ancient city.

唳~~~

Immediately, a high-pitched cry echoed through the sky.

Under the cover of night, a peacock with brilliant wings, dazzling color and powerful spirit came from the south. Spread endless divine light.

"Peacock King!"

Some people in the ancient city cried out, some were horrified, and some fled, but more people approached this ancient house.

Snap~

In the ancient house, Zeng Yan was startled by the bird's cry, and the big brush in his hand trembled, and disappeared after the "Emperor's Struggle".

"Perhaps it is God's will that I, Zeng Yan, will never be as good as my ancestor"

The old man sighed in his heart.

Looking up at the peacock coming from the south, with a high breath and a look of arrogance, he said loudly: "I wonder what the Peacock King has come for?"

"My brother was killed by your Confucian disciples!"

The sharp but not harsh cry resounded through the night, but it was full of coldness: "When swallowing eighty cities, the Confucian disciples will send my brother's spirit!"

Whoosh~

As the sound waves whistled, a strong wind suddenly blew between heaven and earth.

Thousands and tens of thousands of miles away, the earth was covered with flying sand and rocks, and countless mud and sand were blown up into the sky under the strong wind.

The entire ancient city was shaking and roaring, and the formations and restrictions set outside seemed to have lost their effect.

Before he finished speaking, thousands of people in the city broke through the houses and flew into the sky, as if they were going to throw themselves into the mouth of the peacock.

"How dare you do this?!"

Zeng Yan was angry and shouted loudly, and it seemed that a river appeared between heaven and earth.

The river was shining, and its shape was as majestic as a dragon, and its aura seemed to illuminate the entire night. All the people who flew into the sky were wrapped by the long river and put back into the city.

"The long and majestic river of Confucianism? Zeng Yan, you think you can stop me with this incomplete and dilapidated stream?!"

With a long cry, the Peacock King cut through the void for thousands of miles, and a hazy five-colored light appeared on his wings, about to fall into the long river.

"Five-colored divine light."

Gazing at this scene, An Qisheng's heart was moved. Although this five-colored divine light was immature and lacked some essence, it was not much different from the five divine lights formed by his five qi.

Many of his previous speculations seemed to be confirmed.

"Five-colored divine light?! The Peacock King actually mastered the five-colored divine light?!"

"No, that's not right! This, this is the small five-element divine light."

Some Confucian disciples were shocked.

There were many great magical powers in the battle to defeat the sky, but the five-colored divine light must be the best among them. Although this divine light only had a little essence, it was already strong beyond description.

The only thing that can be compared with it, apart from the Confucian Haoran Changhe, is the equally mysterious Yin and Yang Qi.

There are also Confucian disciples who are excited and determined to win against Haoran Changhe.

However, it is beyond anyone's expectation.

This swipe failed.

Haoran Changhe disappeared directly when the five-colored divine light came and went.

"The founder and your ancestor are both called the two Kongs. They have fought side by side. How can Haoran Changhe fight against the five-colored divine light?"

Zeng Yan took back Haoran Changhe and sighed as he looked at the peacock king who was spreading his wings and singing.

Once upon a time, the human and demon races could fight side by side. Although there was disharmony, it was not a big deal.

Although the relationship between Confucianism and the peacock clan was not very good, it was not to the point of life and death as it is now.

"How dare you mention my ancestors?"

The Peacock King raised his neck and screamed, as if he was extremely angry, shaking the sky: "A sour and rotten scholar, what virtue can you compare with my ancestors? Do you still want to be above my ancestors?"

Boom!

The wind was raging, and the city was shaking. I don't know how many houses shook and collapsed.

Many Confucian disciples were originally urging their magical powers to protect the city. After hearing this, they all couldn't help but get angry: "A hairy and horned person is not worthy of the name of my master!"

"You are looking for death!"

The Peacock King was furious, spread his wings and set off a frenzy in the sky. He swooped down in the endless lightning and thunder, and was about to destroy the entire city.

"Enough!"

Zeng Yan shouted coldly, suppressing the riot in the city. The whole person had already taken off into the air and rushed towards the Peacock King at a seemingly slow but actually fast speed.

Boom!

A shocking roar exploded.

Zeng Yan was covered in five-color divine light, but he had no resistance to the five-color divine light covering him, and let it submerge him.

"You?"

The Peacock King looked at the old man in astonishment.

"The five-color divine light is indeed a peerless magical power. The small five-element divine light with only a little true meaning is already so amazing."

Amidst the five-color swirl, Zeng Yan sensed the changes around him, and his expression was calm and composed: "Your brother was killed by the Confucian disciples. As the leader of the Confucian sect, I think it is enough to pay for his life."

His deadline is approaching, and he has no time to explore what happened. He also doesn't want to kill the Peacock King to increase the hatred between humans and demons.

"I just hope that the Peacock King will not kill him, so as not to blaspheme the struggle of our ancestors."

In the astonished eyes of the Peacock King, he slowly closed his eyes and let the five-color divine light brush him into it.

"Teacher!"

"Uncle!"

"Senior Brother Zeng!"

Cry~~~

The sound of crying, exclaiming, and stretching the neck to cry resounded for a while.

Then, many images began to fade, and finally, like porcelain falling to the ground, they completely shattered and turned into countless streams of light.

They sank into An Qisheng's heart.

This chapter is a background chapter, which existed before the overhaul, so it is free of charge.